Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "I've read some autobiographies that have been popular recently, as well as those written by masters. ”

He Xirou raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "So?"

"So I know that people are always going to hear only what they want to hear, and that's why people are pulled back from the brink of despair and renewed hope, and that's what you do. You're just comforting me, not telling me about something that will happen in the future, which doesn't comfort me, and I'm not on the verge of despair. ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "Of course, if I can comfort you, I will try to let us live." ”

He Xirou shook her head gently, she forgot that what she was in front of was not an ordinary person, he had a very firm belief and will, and because of this, he was very stubborn and even stubborn.

He has a strong instinct and can make the right choice right away depending on the situation he finds himself in, but sadly, he is often right, so he is not easily persuaded or instigated.

It was precisely because Feng Xiaohan trusted his own judgment that he didn't have much hope that he would leave here alive.

He Xirou is very experienced in dealing with this kind of person, because Chen Feng is such a person.

After figuring it out, she gave up persuasion.

Hope is to increase courage,

In the face of adversity, the last thing a person like Chen Feng needs is to add hope through words, because his strong will to survive and his belief in victory will become absolute courage and support his determination to move forward in the face of adversity.

Feng Xiaohan was not inferior to Chen Feng in this regard, and even surpassed it.

His analysis of form is merely a statement of facts, so that He Xirou can understand the current situation, and it does not come from pessimism or anything else.

He Xirou smiled self-deprecatingly, what she said was of no use except for herself.

The two left and disappeared into the darkness.

A deep footprint remained in the snow, and after a few moments it was filled in by the wind and snow, and it was smoothed again, as if no one had come.

Maybe it's an illusion, or maybe she's also affected by the wind and cold, and the endless wind and snow are actually smaller.

After walking a hundred miles forward,

Feng Xiaohan felt the strangeness under his feet, and pulled out his desolate sword and plunged it into the snow.

The long sword sank into the snow and made a slight "snort" sound, but before the sound reached his ears, it was blown away by a strong wind.

Only one hilt remained in the snow, and his hand was on it.

Feeling the strangeness coming from the sword, Feng Xiaohan was slightly stunned.

He Xirou didn't know what was going on, and she couldn't ask him out loud in the wind and snow, so she could only express her wonder in her heart.

Could it be that there is a monster down there?

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"The snow here is so shallow, only three feet deep, and the ground below is hard, I don't know if it's frozen soil or the surface of huge rocks. ”

Feng Xiaohan put away his sword, raised his head, closed his eyes, and felt the wind in his ears.

Soon he sensed something different.

The aura here is much stronger than anywhere else on the road.

Thinking of the previous conversation about the birth of demon beasts, Feng Xiaohan said: "Could it be that the aura is normal there, and the demon beasts are used to give birth to cubs?"

Guesswork needs to be verified, and the best way to do that is to find out.

Feng Xiaohan put away his desolate sword and ran towards the glimmer - it was very physically demanding, and every time he ran a distance, he had to stop, catch his breath, and then continue running.

He Xirou also vaguely guessed the reason, and her heart was full of anticipation.

After a long time, Feng Xiaohan's feet broke through the snow and stepped on the solid ground, and finally it was no longer the soft feeling when walking in the snow, and the hard touch made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as he had stepped into a place that was clearly a dividing line when he had stepped into the gray steppe, the hard ground was clearly a dividing line.

After here, the scenery on that side is completely different.

The aura between heaven and earth is still thin, less than half of the town at the foot of Changming Mountain, but at least it can reach the point where they can begin to recover their vitality through sitting exercises.

And the light emitted by that light source was still faint, and it was already clear to them through the crystal snow that they could see the road ahead.

It was not as the two had expected before, although the aura was gradually thickening, there was no trace of the movement of the demon beast.

Isn't it the season for reproduction yet?

Of course, it doesn't matter, they will be safer in this way.

Feng Xiaohan took a deep breath and inhaled the cold air into his lungs, and his mind, which had been groggy because he had not slept for a long time, suddenly sobered up a lot, and his spirit was lifted.

He kept running, because he didn't have to deliberately float on the snow anymore, and this time he was much faster and much easier.

And the road was unimpeded, and no demon beasts jumped out of the barrier, because there were no demon beasts here at all.

Of course, he thought about whether it would be dangerous for them to enter rashly if they didn't even dare to approach here, but the aura that was gradually getting stronger made him not care so much.

Reiki can transform spirits and obtain vitality.

Yuan Qi is power, and power is the capital of survival, so for the sake of Reiki, he is willing to take any risk.

The more you move forward, the more intense the aura becomes, until it reaches the level of the mountains and wilderness of the Changming Sect, and the same light becomes clearer and brighter.

At this time, the snow under his feet was less than a foot, and the two of them were extremely happy.

But when they saw the palace in the distance, surprise turned to surprise and then shock.

The palace occupies a huge area, majestic and magnificent, and you can feel the domineering atmosphere that it induces from a distance, which makes people feel fearful.

Its owner must be a very strong cultivator.

At the top of the palace was a white bead that flickered, and it was the light source that pierced through the polar night and the snow curtain to give them direction

The two of them tightened their hearts,

Could this be the tomb of the strong man buried in the relics of the saint?

Feng Xiaohan couldn't have imagined that he would actually meet this mausoleum here.

Usually, only the tombs of the royal family are worthy of being "mausoleums", such as the "Tang Tombs" where the emperors of the Tang Dynasty are buried.

But the saints are the strongest cultivators in the world, and their status in the world is even no less than that of the human emperor, so their tombs or ruins are also called "mausoleums".

But even the emperor has never built his mausoleum so magnanimously.

The palace was pitch black, in stark contrast to the snow and white beads, and the two were instantly recognizable from a long distance.

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It's all ink crystals.

Ink crystal is a kind of spar, which is the product of the creation of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, containing pure aura, and is the most suitable for cultivation and recovery.

Mojing is also called Magic Crystal in the Demon Dao Sect, because they are the outliers of all the spars, and the aura contained in them is dozens of times that of ordinary spars, and they are priceless treasures in the market, which can be used by the Northwest Shang clan and the Lu family.

But this entire palace was actually made of ink crystal.

What a huge number, and with this palace alone, the owner here is far from being comparable to ordinary saints.

A thought popped up in the hearts of the two at the same time: "Could it be the mausoleum of a powerful man who has mysteriously disappeared for thousands of years?"

Above the stratus clouds, the man in purple smiled faintly.

Eighty thousand miles away, two peerless masters nervously watched here.

Mo Qiu and the others, who were hundreds of miles away, hurried over with infinite killing intent.

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